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Wolves’ Cry

Been feeding that lone wolf again? Maybe it’s The pack leader feasting of late? The latter is the alpha, great by law of tooth and claw.
Conquest spoils kings aplenty. But remember kings face challenges their conquests create. The outcast in you feasts on your trauma and fear A lonely Life drawn from bare bones-screams no one hears. Her tales of woe drive her away, feed her fear. Still, the lone wolf is safe from the tragic fall From the top of the pile. The uncomfortable truth That there aren’t many pack leaders, and they tend to stay there a while. So that’s the rub of investing in only yourself.
You make a bargain to settle for less because less heart is more Easy to keep from getting so sore. Yet, giving away control Can define anew freedom: You are the flying man on a trapeze. Letting go carries you to the other side Of the gap that exists and it’s these Experiences we require to grow
Our minds and bodies and spirits-please! Let go! To become one of a rare breed Takes Action, moving forward with effort, Accepting risk with no guarantee. < no guarantee you’ll succeed A risky proposition if you look down and see falling brain meat meet Concrete. PLOPSHHH!! Warm. Sticky. Polka dot red; Upchucked Jell-O shots and smooth crimson Circling round your head. Flash. Back. Eyes open. See your net down below. Safety in numbers, Lots of People who see you. People who know We all just wanna be loved. So that's what we do. That’s what we know and That’s how we feel. We gently mend cracks. Patch up holes so the damage can heal. Alphas and loners. Simple tropes have appeal! But There’s more than two types of wolves in the woods. Every one of them fights. Every one of them feels The all-consuming pull of nature’s spinningwheel. We aren’t wolves after all. That’s a fact I do know. If I help my neighbor, then both of us grow. We tend our gardens of organically grown family, friends, lovers And from where I’m standing, that’s not a bad deal, ya know. We are not wolves of the wood out hunting others, We have become Farmers of Love, reaping more than we sow.

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